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Текст песни Binary Star f J.U.I.C.E. - The KGB

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[Malaki]The KGB make this stage twice as dangerous as these streetsMalaki and Binary form all these spontaneous beatsFormed the lyrically elite, piece to the conquistador beatsWhen we unsheathe the swords and the One Man Army brings beats to boardsWe tell you angrious beats, defy your atheist beliefsMalaki could get a crowd of paraplegics outta their seatsWhen I strangle the mic, I mangle your ass slow and painfully Be thankful you still alivewhile the faithfully by the frames catch records eyeYou choose to dangerously tangle with meYou can hang out make Jack the Ripper look like your guardian angel anger me I give you enough light cable to hang yourself Place your name on the waitin list for hell With the rest of the cel gangstersand gashes on your back with the lashes with the mic cord Warlords, storm stages making light by bombsand all em dogs with the Krylon Cans meet my demands Or you`ll have the Michigan mic masses on your hands[Senim Silla]Bio-hazardous agent on Sillas airborneInfectuous rhyme lectures spit quick and effective Dangerous, lethal languages of slang I killMurder he wrote, an assassin would remain my skillSenims a rough son of a gun keep razors under my tongueStrike with enough force to puncture a lungIm lyrically harmful, literally speaking Emcees Im proud beatin, demeanin and ill treatinGet introduced to mines and meet your demise I despise rap guys and all they whack tiesCause in my eyes, all men are not considered equalEspecially if you ain`t one of Binary`s people[Texture]I`m what you asking forI`ll give you that plus a classic moreHand delivery, verbal total package rawThe mental matadorMic heavyweights to shake the planet coreWith one verseGot you thinking, "Yo cancel the war"You flirtin` with deathBetter off dancing with wolvesStabbin` yourself in your vocal chords with cancerous swordsAfter this track, I hit the streets recruiting new thugs`Cause we got your squad holding hands in group hugsThe die harders and orbits like a monster in your closetChallenging us is like playing a opossum with the carcusYou could never winHopin` your DJ specialize in medicine`Cause the athletic army conquers and divides your regimentThe MI residence is known for talkin` shitGot my reputation ripping in the heart of the ??A fortunate gift Bent lies that`ll force you to quitDrop the mic and have you writing for the source or some shit[Elzhi]These niggas backstab like they BenedictDrag they face in the mud til they mouth looks like they bit a brickButts like magnificent seven on horsebackUnsigned but find my rap portables in a source ma-gazine for fiends who fiend for guillotine sword statMy tongue is a stinger, my brain is a stun gunIts deadly as the one you put your thumbs onAnd squeeze from the bottomWith fatigues but I`m high in the trees so high I can breath on a falconJump down, sneak up on a emcee from the rearA predator with the literatureIt shows through my signatureDeliver more, did just for your clickWhats even more sick is I`m a visitor And plus they be diggin moreScopin the perimeter Sneak within the floor Terminator 2, split your brain in twoWhile you snoreKeep sleepin, my train of thought is heat seekin?? like drippin` ink from a pen and adding Clorox Murder emcees and leave my fingerprints on doorknobsThe court finds me guilty, might be different in the Lord`s eyesAn evil genius, I play your villain in a movieFingertips touch the ?? from the refillin of the uziAnd its bloodsport open up my mind from watch those slugs walk gracefullyWhere your head reside is now a vacancyElzhi on, cut the head of a python, with a butcher knife longWhen I die I want my third eye born[O-Type Star]A sip of liquor, the flow ?? sensational ?? and skin like brassThe gravitational pull of two stars that`s rotatin like space Vinyl had me on the tre like Lionel RichieBroke then rich again, Illinois to Michigan?? conditions I wont bitch but switch againStyle like tracks to smack who cant stab meI build excitement like Pontiac Grand PrixWider is better, Iller is deffer Im trying to count zeros and hoes like Hugh HefnerThe O-B-A-F-G-K-M My squad all stars, suckas we slave themO type Star I blew spots when I said things My thoughts take flight like black hawks with red wingsIm slicka then a oil refineryI hit your whole system when I shine with the Binary[Lacks]And I`m in the presence of perfectionI could give a fuck about you lyinSaying your style is free when its tense like Les NesmanIm freshman at this game but we trying to graduateI blow minds but you be blowin funk from the last ass you ateNow let me ask you straight before I start trippin,Is it me or does something about your lines sound like Nas cause "It Was Written [Bitten]"Your motor skill is outright and meanin to act fastI hump rhythms while you couldn`t Poke a Tone with TrackmasterThe rap bastard without Wu-Tang Though, realistically most males areThe differences is I don`t judge my manhood by what my sales areIf its about the boldest , Im the mostIm the coldest since winterTo make you stop the tape and "Inspec-tha Deck" like you down with the RZA nigga [Wu-Tang Wu-Tang]So I advise you to remember your roles And tell your crew if they got beef, then I can bring the dinner rollsOver ?? with swing snares and fat drum kitsI`ve seen ?? and holdin up chicksI mean chickens runnin off in chickens like beastialityAnd for any nigga that want it I drop the beat for you to battle meAccepted the proof at your expense, I be the shitSqueezin squares into little pieces like cheese nips[OneManArmy]A whack emcee is something I could never beThat`s like growing dreadlocks while you taking chemotherapyTheoretically pen and paper is the recipeAlphabetically I`m coming after you like the letter VIf you ever step to me, the worst is yet to comeYou`ll never get the best of meCall it like a refereeCall it destiny, check the melodyBreak the law of gravityAnd lyrically catch a felonyI make it harder for the next emcee that`s my specialtyRappers better be tryin ta rap ahead of meI`m a hard act to follow I could prove it medicallyI`m sick in the head I could move a crowd with mental telepathyExpect nothing less of me, top pedigreeRap assassin, blastin`with syllable weaponryShoot the sheriff then the deputyDon`t be testin` meWhoever think they fat can get the Dig Gregory [J.U.I.C.E.]Its countless how many rappers over vinyl we scarI jus rotate and dislocate your spine if we spar Even freestyle in French when I`m rhyming abroadIm in the party rhymin off ??Bacardi line of cigars??I rattle rappers, and battle rappers trying to be hardRap is black jack and JUICE is like a primary cardYou secondary, that`s why you gotta rhyme with a squadBut genetically y`all niggas is designed to be flawedYesterday I spit game at your dame and she pausedTo let me see a thick frame and outline it with drawersSo the chance you been looking for is finally yoursBut see Im deadlier than havin cyanide in your poresI spin a rhyme, my hand is intertwined with the cordSlowly the mic is ripped to bits, my dynasty tours Big JUICE when signin off with the Binary StarsThe only person who could kick a doper line would be God

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